…

horned like the morning

striding on crunches

cornflake flooring

feet twig beneath

us two fools

in matching green cagoules

seeking a glimpse

of the nymphs or sasquatch

once grey rooftops

gave way to cloaked oak

there where the elfin

cracks us up like popcorn

robin hood’s hood

the lord of misrule’s old skool

in this cosmic copse

in his leafen universe

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